DWP

When I

brought the

mallet down

on to the 

Claims Assessor's

ring

finger

I thought of 

Victor Jara

I thought

how nice

that hands

which have

done hurt

for once

are broken

When I

brought the

mallet down

on to the 

Claims Assessor's

little

finger

I admit

I thought of

Game of Thrones,

said that's

right, I

always break

the wanking

hand to

start with

The other

Well

That I'll just rattle through

When I

brought the

mallet down

on to the

Claims Assessor's 

middle

finger

I thought of

Johnny Cash

I wondered

which records

the Claims Assessor

listened to

when drunk

to convince

themself

that they

were still

a rebel

When I

brought the

mallet down

on to the

Claims Assessor's

thumb

I thought of

all the people

they'd turned down

the deaths they'd hastened

the despair they had inflamed

the hateful spirit

they had chosen to collude with

When I

brought the

mallet down

on to the

Claims Assessor's

index

finger

I

thought

about

the Hand of God

reaching for them

out of the blue

(as I came up behind them)

telling them

it could be you